Are we lost
within the graveyards
of pious broken thoughts
where our past memories
of intent
still weakly crawl
between the light of the moon
and the headstones
of regret
like slowly fading ghosts
we forget
the task we were given
when we brought life
into this world
the task
of building a road
where our children
could proudly boast
that they gave
their blood
sweat and tears
for us
yet
like slowly fading crippled ghosts
we still walk the graveyards
of broken thoughts
where we cry
behind the masks we wear
while smiling
at a reflection
of a fading ghost
who cares